Jiang Yubai suddenly said, "Lin Zhixia."
Lin Zhixia was very confident: "What? I haven't finished what I just said."
Jiang Yubai opened the car window, and the cool wind poured into the car. His expression seemed calm, but his voice became lower and lower: "I don't have any other plans, I just want to take you out to play."
Lin Zhixia smiled gently.
Her laughter was like a hook, catching his heart and thoughts. He tried his best to put aside those thoughts that shouldn't exist and looked sideways at the vast world outside the window.
Lin Zhixia leaned on his shoulder and said to herself, "I know you treat me the best..."
The mountains are rolling, the moon is as bright as a silver plate, and the scenery of the mountains and rivers at night is beautiful, but Jiang Yubai ignores it. He silently recites her nickname in his heart, Xia Xia, Xia Xia, she is as bright as the summer sun, and he has liked her since he was young.
Lin Zhixia didn't know about Jiang Yubai's ever-changing mental activities. She touched her schoolbag with one hand and suddenly remembered Han Guang's paper. She promised Han Guang that she would write a new review for him before tomorrow night.
Lin Zhixia would never go back on her word.
At 9:30 in the evening, Jiang Yubai and Lin Zhixia arrived at the hotel.
As soon as she stepped into the main entrance of the hotel, Lin Zhixia was dazzled. The lobby was covered with a light golden marble floor, and long square columns with pure silver bases supported the ceiling. The shape of the floor lamp was similar to that of edelweiss. The bright lights surrounded and reflected each other, highlighting the luxury of the palace-style decoration.
Lin Zhixia commented very seriously: "This place looks very expensive."
Jiang Yubai said, "It's OK. It's not too expensive. It's the off-season for tourism now."
Lin Zhixia tried to test him in a roundabout way: "How much do you think the word 'okay' represents?"
Jiang Yubai's voice showed a slight smile: "This is a difficult problem. We need to consider the inelastic and elastic demand of the market, and the market competition status of similar products..."
"The river is getting whiter." Lin Zhixia interrupted him.
He said, "Lin Zhixia." in response.
Lin Zhixia sighed: "You have become mature."
"We are all adults." Jiang Yubai answered casually.
Lin Zhixia agreed again and again: "Yes, we have to do what adults do."
Jiang Yubai was checking in. Hearing Lin Zhixia's words, Jiang Yubai stretched out his fingers and touched the cold counter. His exclusive waiter was standing beside him and talking to him. He was distracted for a few seconds before replying in fluent French.
After the formalities were completed, Jiang Yubai couldn't help but ask: "You just said that we have to do adult things..."
"Yes." Lin Zhixia nodded.
Jiang Yubai remembered that Lin Zhixia had told him before that she was not mentally prepared enough, so why did she change her mind now? No matter what Lin Zhixia's plan was, they should proceed step by step.
Jiang Yubai tried to figure out her meaning while staring at her back.
Lin Zhixia walked briskly, pushing the suitcase.
She and Jiang Yubai stepped into an elevator one after another.
There were only two of them in the elevator. Lin Zhixia said enthusiastically, "As an adult, the most important thing is to be responsible. I promised Han Guang today that I would help him review his manuscript. I will write him an email tomorrow night. I will definitely do it."
It turns out this is what Lin Zhixia meant by “adult matters”.
Jiang Yubai's mood was like an elevator. He encouraged her as usual: "You still have a whole day, you will definitely finish the trial."
Lin Zhixia walked around behind Jiang Yubai and expressed her feelings to him in a straightforward manner: "It suddenly occurred to me that I will be able to see you when I wake up tomorrow and open my eyes. I will be very happy."
Jiang Yubai swiftly pulled up the suitcase handle.
Lin Zhixia was wondering what he was going to do when the elevator reached the top floor.
Jiang Yubai pushed the suitcase out first, then he lowered his head and squatted down. Since Lin Zhixia was still leaning on him, he carried Lin Zhixia on his back without much effort.
The hotel corridor was covered with a soft carpet. Lin Zhixia put her arm around his shoulders and rested her chin on his shoulder. With every step he took, she smiled softly, and the hot air she exhaled swept across his neck, reminding him of the little fish playing among the lotus leaves in the pond in summer.
Jiang Yubai murmured to himself: "You are like a small fish."
Lin Zhixia replied: "You are a fisherman, you fished me out."
Jiang Yubai also smiled: "I'm so lucky."
Lin Zhixia was in high spirits and composed a love poem on the spot: "You are the fisherman who fished me out; you are the beacon that illuminates my heart; you are the breeze that blows into my dreams... You are the embodiment of my ideal that I can never meet again."
After reading it, Lin Zhixia was quite satisfied.
She added: "This is the first time I write a love poem for you. Emperor Qianlong wrote 40,000 poems in his lifetime. He was so diligent. I also want to write 40,000 poems for you."
It only takes ten seconds to write a song, Lin Zhixia thought.
Lin Zhixia's series of sweet words did not trigger a violent reaction from Jiang Yubai.
Jiang Yubai's breathing quickened, but his ears did not turn red. Lin Zhixia missed his shy look when he was a child, and when he brought her into the room, she started a new round of attack.
Right in front of the living room, there is a huge glass window. Outside the window are the steep and cold snow-capped mountains and the deep blue and quiet lake. The twinkling stars are reflected in the lake, and the ripples in the dark night are rippling with a faint light.
"Look outside," Lin Zhixia consciously guided Jiang Yubai, "What do those stars remind you of?"
Jiang Yubai replied in a rather unsentimental way: "Fireflies."
Jiang Yubai was still immersed in the shock of "Lin Zhixia wanted to write 40,000 poems for him".
Lin Zhixia thought for a moment and improvised: "You must know Japanese haiku. Haiku is a Japanese classical short poem. A haiku I like very much, 物思へば泽の火狐もわが生よりあくがれいづる心かとぞ见る[1], translated in Chinese, means... "
She stood behind Jiang Yubai, slowly raised her right hand, and touched his heart with clumsy movements.
She continued to translate haiku for him: "I miss someone in my heart. When I see the fireflies on the lake, I think they are sleepwalking souls coming out of my body."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yubai grabbed Lin Zhixia's hand.
She pulled hard but couldn't get free.
The next second, Jiang Yubai held her and sat on the bay window. He leaned against the colorless, transparent, cold glass, his eyes burning like fire - this was completely unexpected for Lin Zhixia. She thought Jiang Yubai would be shy and turn his head away, but now, he was staring at her as if she owed him money.
She avoided his gaze, her cheeks flushed: "You... don't look at me like that."
He tucked her hair behind her ear and said, "You just said that I am the embodiment of an ideal that you can only meet but not seek."
Lin Zhixia was about to step back, but he held her waist. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. She didn't dodge, so he continued to kiss her. Under the dim light of the living room, they were quietly intimate and tender. Jiang Yubai even unbuttoned his shirt. He changed his previous conservative style and generously welcomed Lin Zhixia's scrutiny - this trick worked very well, and Lin Zhixia never took her eyes off him again.
"Do you want to touch it?" Jiang Yubai asked her.
Lin Zhixia nodded vigorously.
Jiang Yubai pulled at his collar, hesitant again. He knew that Lin Zhixia was very curious and she had long wanted to study him from head to toe, but he was not 100% sure of his control. He decided to make a deal with Lin Zhixia and set a series of rules. Before he opened his mouth, he heard Lin Zhixia say, "I won't force you. If you don't want to, forget it. It's ten o'clock in the evening. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow to revise Han Guang's paper. I'm very busy."
Jiang Yubai asked with a smile
She leaned closer to him: "Oh, really? Where did you hear it? Who told you?" Her question seemed to make him fall into a brief memory.
Very skillfully changed the subject: "The long string of words just now,"
She rubbed him rather dependently.
Before I knew it, I hadn't called my brother for half a month.